descending into madness

Hello, blog.

Today, I found myself in the most shocking, madness-inducing situation of my entire life. We went to have lunch with a family member, and my dad started telling a joke. Suddenly—what the actual f*ck?!!! He was telling MY joke.

I obviously called him out, and then he had the audacity to say that I was the one who copied him. I couldn't believe my eyes, ears, and everything in between. Was I living in another reality? Am I going insane?

A few months ago, I was playing Trivial with my mom and brother. I asked my brother the question: "Was Jimi Hendrix left-handed? True or False?" My brother answered correctly and immediately started bragging in the typical "I'm so special because I'm left-handed and all geniuses are too" way. That’s when I said, "All geniuses are left-handed. But not all left-handed people are geniuses."

He went silent, as if a bomb had just dropped on him. His own sister had roasted him to hell and back.

The next day, I told my dad how I had absolutely obliterated his son. He laughed. I felt proud of my witty comeback. End of story.

Or so I thought.

Fast forward to today—months later—my dad steals my anecdote, my joke, my glorious moment of sibling victory, and turns it into his own work. In his version, he was the one who roasted my brother with that clever line. Apparently, not only did I not tell that joke, but I also copied him a day after he told it.

This might seem like a petty and silly thing to get mad about, but I feel like I’m descending into madness. And of all days, this happens on Women's Day. It just feels like yet another instance of men stealing from women and then gaslighting them into believing the contrary.

Honestly, it might not be safe for me to be writing this right now since I am in a very "I hate men" mood. I now feel like all of those women throughout history who had their work stolen by men.

It's not cool.

P.S. I still love my dad just don't let him know, I'm supposed to be mad at him for eternity. 

 Picture of Nico.